Chapter 2 - Something is Missing...
Waking up early in the morning, I started every morning the same way. I tended the start of my little garden from the seeds I collected during frequent visit to other gardens. The smell of fresh soil in the morning is ever so vitalizing.
As always, every morning, Rock Mother would contact me to see what I was doing...making sure life was going decently. She was very eager that I start my immortality pursuits, despite how young I am.
Rock Mother: If you don't hurry, you'll get old and turn into a rock! Like me!
A rock...yes, my poor Rock Mother, I just had to get started with my breakfast, early morning breakfast.
When the sun came up, the mail-man came and just threw my bills on the grass but unfortunately he left before I could offer him some waffels. Or a slap.
I had eaten and gotten cleaned up in time to swing by the art gallery to spend some time painting a bit...I made the cutest little smear.
Then I had to quickly put on the ugliest little outfit, my hair being covered with knit scull cap...but it was a job, every afternoon.
So with a garden, a table, a little lot of my own...I thought life was going pretty good...or so I thought.
One day, I woke up to a horrible smell and feathers floating all around from my sleeping bag.
As I sat down to my burnt old table and read the paper, reading about weddings and dating advice I felt so very empty for some reason. My mood went down right away. (Please ignore the dirty stove...)
As I went to compete in an eating contest at my place of employment...I won and left with a bit of cash, brushing past a man as I exited and I felt a flutter and I realized the problem: I needed a Man!
So I went straight downtown to scope out the pickings. I'm always told, the best place to hunt down a hubby-to-be is downtown and I met one man, but he was shy and his shoes were blinding me...
Eventually I decided to leave and got caught up in a crowd and that...is when I saw him. That pony-tail and those odd pants...
Angel: Excuse me...that's a very strange belt, your hair is pretty long for a man. I'm Angella Kayke and you're going to be my husband.
Jon Lessen: ....
Angel: Oh, also hello.
Jon: Um. Well hello Angel, you're pretty as an Angel indeed ah...I'm Jon nice to meet you?
Angel: Your underarm is so attractive...not a speck of hair.
Jon: Ahh...thank you? Well I've got to go so...yeah bye.
It wasn't until he left and I sat to listen to a horror story told by a strange looking person with no hair that I realized...I had been talking to Jon Lessen! The Celebrity Jon Lessen! A rockstar! And I had complimented his lack of pit hair! Oh no...so much for first impressions...whatever would I do!
Tune in next time to see if she can fix things with Jon? How will work go? Will she be able to make it? 
